My story that I have to tell is a memory that I will never forget. It all started December 24th 2002. I was eight years old and I still believed in Santa. My mom told me I had to sleep through the whole night or Santa will come and put pepper in my eyes. I had believed that for 4 years now and i wanted to see if it was true. He made no sense How could one man go house to house, in the whole entire world, in one night? I knew something was wrong. So I stayed up all night. I heard someone creeping into the living room so I followed them. It was my mom. She explained to me the whole story. I was frustrated. Me and kids all over the world were lied to. I had to figure out my self that Santa was fake. I MADE HIM COOKIES EVERY YEAR!!!!! This is a Christmas memory that I will never forget. (And you think I mad when i found out Santa was fake, wait until you hear my story about the tooth fairy)
Dear Ms. Gibbs,
My favorite Christmas memory was two years ago when my mom gave me a gift card tree. She did this creative project for me because I didn’t know what I wanted for Christmas that year. I finally decided what I had wanted, which was gift cards or money. So, my loving and caring mom bought me a variety of gift cards from retail stores, particularly Joyce Leslie, Aeropostale, and Kohls, just to name a few. In addition to receiving my gift cards, I also got clothes, which was way more than I asked for. But the presents weren’t what made this my favorite Christmas memory, the fact that my mom took out the time to decorate the whole tree wih my gift cards was what mattered to me. She made that Christmas really special. Thanks mom! Love you!
-Faye McMillan
My favorite Christmas memory was when I actually got to spend it with my mom’s side of the family. It was nice getting to know about the rest of my family. I always spent most of the holidays with my dad’s side of the family so I never got to see them much. I even got to meet some of my family members who I never had even seen before. They were so loving and kind towards me which made me feel right at home. They even gave me presents even though I didn’t want anything for Christmas. Since that Christmas was so wonderful I decided to spend more holidays with them so I can get to know them better.
My favorite Christmas memory was from last year. I was curious to know where my mom hid all the presents, and she told me she hid them in the trunk of her car. At that time she didn’t have a lot of money,but she asked me what I wanted for Christmas anyway. I told her that I didn’t want anything, and she okay. I helped her with wrapping my sister’s presents and helping her with other people’s stuff. On Christmas day when my sister was opening her presents, I saw that her face was glowing. It gave me a good feeling in side. I was distracted by my mom when she handed me something . She handed me a card. When I opened the card, I saw money in it, a lot of it actually. I got really emotional, and ran over to my mom and gave her a really big hug. Then I did the same thing to my stepdad. Even though they didn’t have a lot of money they still gave me what they could. That’s why last year’s Christmas is my favorite Christmas memory. =)
One of my other favorite holiday memory’s was from this year. This Thanksgiving that just past, my Best Friend invited me to spend Thaksgiving her and her family. So I did. I spent the whole day there. We ate dance and joked around a lot. Her family and me get along so well that I call them my family. I call her Grandma Abuela and her mom Ms.Cookie. We are so close its CRAZY!!!!!!!
Well Ms.Gibbs,
One of my holiday stories is on July,4th,2005..
It was me and all my family just chilling waiting untill the fireworks came all of a sudden my cousin starts arguing with this old head..it was funny…then the old head started chasing my cousin around the whole block instead of helping him we all just started to laugh and make fun of him. It was HILARIOUS!!!!
1 | Kayla Serrano
September 21, 2008 at 4:49 pm
I think this quote means that in order to enjoy life, you must have courage to love yourself and everyone around you.